Katrina
“I was supposed to stay near them; it was the one real rule we had: never to go out of hearing range of our parents. But it was my mom’s birthday, and I wanted to find her special flowers.”
My hand stilled on the floral patterns on his arm, and he stiffened. I resumed my motions, and he said, “I didn’t realize how far I had gone. But I remember the stench, the putrid gods d.amned awful scent of true rogues.” His nostrils flared at the memory. “I tried to hide, but one saw me through the trees." He shifted his weight, the anger and fear radiated from him.
"I can remember that rogues face more than I can my own fathers." He ran a hand over his face and kept it there, hiding himself.
"I ran, I thought I outran them—” his voice broke. He took long, deep breaths; it was a while befo
